Page 25 of Raff
“No, I am. I swear. But I want you to make a small promise to me.”
“Alright. What is it?”
“I want you to take off Saturday and do something fun.”
“Saturdays are—”
“Busy. I know. But you have four brothers and a highly trained staff. You can trust them. And you need time off even more than I do. So promise me.”
“Fine,” he said, leaning back in his chair and sighing. “I will take the day off.”
“And do something fun.”
“Lu, I’m not sure I even know what fun is anymore.”
“Exactly,” I said, nodding.
“I guess… I will figure it out.”
“Good. I expect a full report when I get back.”
“Really making it so I can’t fuck around on this, huh?”
“That’s the point,” I agreed, giving him a wave.
“Be safe, Lu.”
“Have fun, Cill.”
It felt like a thousand-pound weight lifted from my shoulders as I grabbed my work laptop and made my way out of the building.
I should have known Cillian would be that chill about it. It was my own work ethic that made me insecure about asking to change how I operated for a while. Even though, like he said, we both knew I would get my work done.
And I was going to have nothing but time in the car to work on the books.
I still couldn’t quite believe what I was about to do.
Get in a car with Raff and drive all the way across the damn country with him.
Though, I had to admit, it sounded a lot less stressful to let the man who had done the drive a million times before do the driving while I just came along for the ride.
I hadn’t done a lot of long-distance driving in the past. My last drive to Florida had been pretty miserable for me. Trying to read old road signs and listen to my GPS, freaking out when Itook the wrong turn, panicking over the price of hotel rooms. It was just not fun for me.
A road trip with Raff?
I would never admit it out loud, but it sounded fun.
I made my way back to the motel, double and triple checking my luggage, then tucking my work laptop and hotspots in a weekender bag for safekeeping.
I fretted about leaving anything behind until I heard something on the outside of my door.
Yanking it open, I found Jack standing there with a tape dispenser in his hand.
“What are you doing?”
“Safeguarding your room while you’re away.” He waved to my door. Where the lunatic posted abiohazardsign to my door.
“You can’t be serious.”
